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[ Poetry Collections ] [ By Bob Slack ]
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P O E T R Y C O L L E C T I O N S
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by Bob Slack
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Poetry Collection # 4
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Greetings hoards of fan. Yes that's right, I have maybe one
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fan, but I do not write this stuff for everyone. My poems
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may not be the best but nobody else could write them, nobody
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else knows how I feel, how I think. My last poetry set was
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mostly love poems, well it was time for a change and I did.
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See if you can guess what's going on with me, see if you can
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understand. Oh yeah, since last poetry thing I started on a
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book of sorts of my poetry. I'm not planning on having it
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published, but who knows, I may send it in to some poetry
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magazine or something, maybe I'll get lucky.
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Tide of Love
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our love washes up like the tide
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as strong as the ocean
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our tears of happiness
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insecurity is out only crime
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to be stranded on an deserted isle
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nothing but your love to keep me company
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your love will keep me alive for quite some while
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your the one that i want with me
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when we're apart we feel a little sad
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we miss each others warm love
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when we talk everything brightens up
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awaiting the next we will meet
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sleeping on the beaches the tide comes in
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your love envelops me and makes me a new man
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the tears i cry for happiness is the greatest feeling
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being born again, you are the only thing i need
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Alone
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floating, gradually
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moving towards, moving away
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dark, bright, the long fight
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feel it, devouring
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eyes, seeing nothing
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blindness devoid
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nothing to hear, nothing to see
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living in darkness, nothing to see
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pain, fast, force, pounding
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courage, hopefulness
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shattering like glass
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the hammer meets the anvil
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standing beside yourself
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look at the lies
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the rope tightens, tighter
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hope soars away, like a glider
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Vein
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slamming, the pain
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blood boils in my veins
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fists to the wall
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ready to take the fall
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the stabbing, the hand
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more pain for every grain of sand
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blind by the stabbing
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coarsing through the veins
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tapping away
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the pain never goes
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fighting the way
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the blood of the rose
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lightening quickens
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electrical pain through the tendons
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pressure, pressing down
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it's easy to drown
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Follower
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following the lead
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what ever can you do
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following the leader
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nothing better to do
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what else is there?
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who else could surrender
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they mock you
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they flock upon you
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defensive weakness
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obsessive obedience
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quivering in the darkness
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the fear takes over
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take them upon your wing
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what else could you do?
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they won't sing
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how can they?
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Annoyance
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annoyance
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how dare they
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don't they understand me?
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won't they stand with me?
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they ave no idea
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no fein of knowing
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they are themselves
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not even knowing
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emotional rage
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misunderstanding
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don't they get it
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there is no calming
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anger and sadness
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taking a stand for my madness
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there is nothing worse
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nothing more, no sadness
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Lonely Death
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sitting by myself
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thinking i'm wrong
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sitting by myself
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nobody around
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nobody to talk to
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nobody to share with
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nobody to tell
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nobody at all
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never with anyone
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with someone, alone
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nobody understands
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never do
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so empty inside
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nobody to fill me
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nobody's tried
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i die inside
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Silent Rage
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nobody to hear me
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nobody to hear my silent rage
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silent tears
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silence showing it's age
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the wordless sadness
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the quiet anger
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i speak with my tears
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falling on deaf ears
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the music of a thousand mimes
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filling my head
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their screams shattering
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driving me mad
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feel my fear
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this silent rage
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see my pain
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please, turn the page
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Impatience
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standing alone
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waiting for the bus
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sitting in my room
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no phone will ring
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contemptual confusion
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misguided illusion
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pent up frustration
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psychotic limitation
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silent listening
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deafening nothing
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passing time
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nothing to do
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thumping of the beat
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you can't beat this heat
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the anger grows inside
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there is no place to hide
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misdirected revolt
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nothing to keep, nothing to say
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there is nothing worse
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nothing like waiting
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Insane
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running still
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standing still
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no movement on high
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feel the thrill
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despise the goodness
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avoid the bad
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destroying the middle
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nothing
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running on high
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trying to touch the sky
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the heat is searing
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trying to melt my wing
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aluminum destruction
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caffeine seduction
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the lethargy is upon us
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destroy every one, leave the bus
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scrambling for destruction
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rambling seduction
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the bitter cold, the cold heat
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the fire that dies, lit the skies
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the warmth the cold
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the feeling of the void
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the room with no mirrors
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the view was full of errors
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Poetry Collection # 5
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Hello,
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It's been a while since I wrote any poetry and I believe
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this shall be my last collection. Yeah yeah, I hear you all
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now. Death to BobSlack you say, Enough of his insane poems,
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what a dumbass.
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Well, perhaps all of you aren't saying that, perhaps none.
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Who knows, in any case I believe with this last poetry
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collection that this marks the point where I get into what
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I really wanna do.
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Game design. Who knows, maybe there will be a game out in
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the future by me, you know. Panther Modern Softs or
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FnordWare or whatever. I do know one thing for sure, I am
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gonna do one killer game based on William Gibson's Sprawl
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type world!
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Oh yeah, oe more thing.. No more wimmenz for a while, they
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suck!
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bmullins@indynet.indy.net
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Past Future
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time flows like a winding water
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as blue and unstoppable as the ocean
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life goes by like lightening
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sometimes it is so frightening
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things past, things undone
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old feelings suddenly emerge
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nothing to do but the future
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nothing to do but realize
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an old friend a special person
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a past of things half done
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realization is the main factor
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and love is another one
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the roots of true friendship run deep
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even seeable from a deep sleep
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the love that was there
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is renewed like a flame burning
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yearning for the times to be
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there is nothing to do about the past
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you just have to wait and see
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and do your best
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Krickets in the Attic
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sitting at home
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your life is so noexistant
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sitting at home
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you feel so obedient
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avoiding the problems
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the solutions at hand
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lacking the courage to fight em
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or perhaps too much heart
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giving so much
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common courtesy is a lost cause
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leach all given none
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sooner or later you have to run
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live it up feel the joy
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you deserve happiness like every girl or boy
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find someone, something special
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live the love, nothing is so level
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it's time to take what's yours
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you feel so much desolation
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it's time for you to fix it
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you have the solution so don't nix it
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Free Communication
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the line is busy
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your never home
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no free time to spend
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your not by the phone
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continually waiting
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it seems like an eternity
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continually debating
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will you be free for me?
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so little time
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so much to say
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so many interruptions
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there is no other way
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kidnapping is out of the word
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leaving on impulse is almost absurd
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caged in, you have no word
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what i have to say remains unheard
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so little time for me
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so much for me to say
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no chance to speak
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it is your freedom i seek
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The Dead Fool
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everybody watching my every move
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i'm just trying to feel the groove
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listening to every word you say
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believing every bit
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it doesn't matter what you say
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what you mean is obvious
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even if it's true for me
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they are all lies to me
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i believe every word
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you believe what you say
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the joke's on you
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nothing could be so hard
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paying the price for my pain
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dementia searing thru me like burning flames
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feel the hot pain the cold pleasure
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the immense feeling like i'm in a grave
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i'm dead inside living out a lie called life
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striving to fool everyone
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there is nothing but death of emotions
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i'm the fool to feel
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Fear of Weird
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running down the streets
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the dark alley ways
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everybody is staring at me
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what is so different?
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i change myself
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i try to cloak myself
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in the normal weirdness that's me
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burning out my eyes
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think an thought so alien
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feel the emotions of a million
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the pain the pleasure
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too intense to bear
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cloak myself in shadows
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hide in isolation
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the feeling is so intense
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the fear, i can't budge an inch
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Love Lies
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one thing shatters
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another crumbles
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life around me
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flatter and flatter
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first you cancel the wine
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then you cancel the room
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now you cancel the time
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i fear for my doom
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life seems so fake
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trust is the only thing we have
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it seems to be faltering
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so disguised so disgusted
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the truth seems like lies
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lies are the real truth
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nothing is true yet nothing is a lie
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love is so confusing, what a lie
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Impeach the Workshop
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old anticipation
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a flood of excitement
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death of resignation
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nothing but an informant
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gathering the information
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supplying the definition
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rebuilding the lost
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trashing what's toast
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old emptiness
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everything is free
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too much under
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home of the teens
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nothing but take
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nothing is returned
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home of the intelligent?
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no title was earned
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leach leach
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death to the king
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the masses tear us down
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impeachment is the thing
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Lies of the King
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deafness, silence
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nothing to be said
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nothing is heard
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blank, silence, nothing
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running away from the light
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the music make it all feel right
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nothing is as bright
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nothing but an unending night
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superstition
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demons filling your head
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the lies you tell yourself
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your better off dead
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listening to yourself alone
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defending your uneven throne
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you are the one powerful
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unready to take your fall
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Videogame
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new technology new imagination
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the life it breathes into me
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the wholesome containment
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shatter
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the levels of depth
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the depth of color
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blindly fast
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no more cash
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the uneventful adventure
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the dieing breed
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nothing is left of life
|
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nothing to read
|
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lightening reflexes
|
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a killer mood
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nothing is left
|
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nothing is good
|
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uXu #230 Underground eXperts United 1994 uXu #230
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Call THE STASH -> +46-13-175042
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